Oh, my hollowness of defeat,
I have felt you on lonely nights going upbeat,

Like shows of flops discouraging the triumph of loss,
You have sucked the vampire lustrous blood of my energy,

But when abbreviation of words throng enlighten the path of surrogacy and void thought are active in veins,

As a tunnel seeing a glimpse of lights,
I feel someday will be my exclusive day,

When you thy defeat will see skulls of doom and the winner of pride will prevail a gesture of what am rightly entitled to be,

So, you thy defeat can take the pleasures of glory today,
For one day,

I will be winners of my chasm and confidence will be blessed hugging my way and you will suckle dirt never mistakingly also not traversing seeking my path sucking the intentions and giving it your name.
© Soni Mirchandani